Its All a Matter of Dark

there is such a lark; visions of gardens, butter flies lit up; poisons passions of Lilly's dancing in the breeze; impalas crossing over; moths eating off the evergreens; where's the soup, who ate the lemon trees; what does this mean; IT'S ALL A MATTER OF DARK; the brown and gray matter; slipped off the swing; little golden boys and girls, lovely Sonja eaten by the witch Hazel; and I thought she was made? what is black N white television; what is X-ray vision; and whom am I to minus multiplication; Divisions there's a park on the moon; and on a star lit night; I can see Jupiter; and that's alright; but where our you now Mr. Lions; and who stole the cow, Mrs. Turtledove; all I can see is nothing and I spilled the Ali-gator aide; all I have is the darkness, while participating in this moon-lit parade; there such a lark; children and elderly both dancing in the park; basketball players, congregations in search of. . . sinners; and when the cloud break forth; who is there left standing I am so entangled, in the grief left holding; the brown and grey matter slipped off the swing; blue and purple joined in the spring; and I don't have a thing, cept' IT'S ALL A MATTER OF DARK